I was trapped in my body, one that I barely recognized or understood, but at least I was safe.' In her phenomenally popular essays and long-running Tumblr blog, Roxane Gay has written with intimacy and sensitivity about food and body, using her own emotional and psychological struggles as a means of exploring our shared anxieties over pleasure, consumption, appearance, and health. I tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. I buried the girl I was because she ran into all kinds of trouble.
'I ate and ate and ate in the hopes that if I made myself big, my body would be safe.
